To Rise Anew

  By what fell hand does man kill man?

  What dire motive could it be?

  The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.

  Is greed truly measured in lustrous gold,

  Or sticky red ichor of the casualties?

  But how the crowds cheer

  To the hollow fa?ade

  Of capitalism’s reign.

  Dreams of empire in every heart

  No hope, no love, just pain.

  And so rising from deep slumber

  Truth opens weary eyes

  Pale imitation is propaganda

  Gone is the vanguard of lies

  Rise, rise ye oppressed masses

  Walk out in to the day

  Heed not the liar’s call

  Time to live our way.